Asago Shi Novels & Stories

Be with her. I slowly walked up to her. With each step I felt my heart pouting more and more. She looked up at me with her flushed red face. "I will stay by your side" I said as she looked up at me shocked. "Really?" she asked as I smiled. "Really" I said before I crashed my lips on her. (Prince Nyx POV) I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was asleep now. The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner.

The color was not flat, but seemed to shimmer and deepen, reminding me of the night sky. "Your mark is healed." I smiled softly, taking in the full image of Asher. His large build leaned against the tub, the water lapping at the muscles on his stomach, the cobalt mark standing out against his creamy skin. Strands of his hair had gotten wet, and clung to his forehead. He looked like a fallen angel, carrying the weight of this pack on his shoulders, somehow managing to withstand it all. 'It's the exact opposite of Tristan's.' Maya pointed out. She was right, where Tristan's was the color of fresh blood, Asher's was the color of the midnight sky, set with hues of black and indigo. Both were str

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

Her eyes those haunting, too-old eyes, were watching Liora as if she was still being written, still being judged, Liora hadn’t expected the past to wear such a small face. She crouched in front of Ashen, not out of fear, but out of instinct. The air shimmered around the girl, warping reality in subtle flickers, rocks shifted slightly, as if caught between what they were and what they might become. Liora could feel it in her spine: Ashen didn’t belong to this world. Not fully. Not yet. “You remember me,” Ashen said softly. Liora nodded. “I do.” “You buried me.”

Elena pushed the door open. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, still in the light armor she had worn in the arena. Her nose was swollen, crusted with dried blood, one eye already purpling. She looked up as Elena entered, expression hollow. “Close the door,” Elena said. Liora obeyed without speaking. Elena crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. For a moment neither woman spoke. “They’re calling her the Luna of Ashes,” Liora said at last, voice flat. “They’re saying she’s… something ancient. Something we can’t fight.”

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

For the first time, a female voice was heard, the Elder of the Witches, Shangō Furen. Her long silver hair seemed to float, as if there was a breeze. Her eyes, bright like blue embers, pierced me with a gaze that carried centuries of secrets and power. Her face was sculpted with refined features, beautiful and impenetrable, but her expression was cold and distant.

She prayed he wouldn't manage to get his hands on her. "Okay." Amos gave a determined nod. "Start to run when I tell you to." He tightened his grip around his sword, black horns and silver wings slowly growing out of his head and out of his back. Those were characteristics of Sagol people and of Kesef people, which would both come in handy in a physical fight.

"Yes." He nodded toward the notebook. "I'm writing about them." A strange heaviness settled in her chest. Not sadness exactly. Something closer to anticipation. "What are their names?" The question felt ridiculous. She already knew. Yet she asked anyway. His expression softened instantly. The transformation was remarkable. Like sunlight passing across old stone. "My wife is Meher." There it was. The name again. "She loves flowers." A small smile appeared. "Particularly marigolds." Something flickered unexpectedly inside Aisha's memory.